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‘Mrs Bantry rang up,’ said Miss Knight, ‘about half an hour ago. She wanted to talk to you but I said she’d better ring up again after you’d had your breakfast. I wasn’t going to disturb you at that hour, before you’d even had a cup of tea or anything to eat.’
‘When my friends ring up,’ said Miss Marple, ‘I prefer to be told.’
‘I’m sorry, I’m sure,’ said Miss Knight, ‘but it seemed to me very inconsiderate. When you’ve had your nice tea and your boiled egg and your toast and butter, we’ll see.’
‘Half an hour ago,’ said Miss Marple, thoughtfully, ‘that would have been—let me see—eight o’clock.’
‘Much too early,’ reiterated Miss Knight.
‘I don’t believe Mrs Bantry would have rung me up then unless it was for some particular reason,’ said Miss Marple thoughtfully. ‘She doesn’t usually ring up in the early morning.’
‘Oh well, dear, don’t fuss your head about it,’ said Miss Knight soothingly. ‘I expect she’ll be ringing up again very shortly. Or would you like me to get her for you?’
‘No, thank you,’ said Miss Marple. ‘I prefer to eat my breakfast while it’s hot.’
‘Hope I haven’t forgotten anything,’ said Miss Knight, cheerfully.
But nothing had been forgotten. The tea had been properly made with boiling water, the egg had been boiled exactly three and three-quarter minutes, the toast was evenly browned, the butter was arranged in a nice little pat and the small jar of honey stood beside it. In many ways undeniably Miss Knight was a treasure. Miss Marple ate her breakfast and enjoyed it. Presently the whirr of a vacuum cleaner began below. Cherry had arrived.
Competing with the whirr of the vacuum cleaner was a fresh tuneful voice singing one of the latest popular tunes of the day. Miss Knight, coming in for the breakfast tray, shook her head.
‘I really wish that young woman wouldn’t go singing all over the house,’ she said. ‘It’s not what I call respectful.’
Miss Marple smiled a little. ‘It would never enter Cherry’s head that she would have to be respectful,’ she remarked. ‘Why should she?’
Miss Knight sniffed and said, ‘Very different to what things used to be.’
‘Naturally,’ said Miss Marple. ‘Times change. That is a thing which has to be accepted.’ She added, ‘Perhaps you’ll ring up Mrs Bantry now and find out what it was she wanted.’
Miss Knight bustled away. A minute or two later there was a rap on the door and Cherry entered. She was looking bright and excited and extremely pretty. A plastic overall rakishly patterned with sailors and naval emblems was tied round her dark blue dress.
‘Your hair looks nice,’ said Miss Marple.
‘Went for a perm yesterday,’ said Cherry. ‘A bit stiff still, but it’s going to be all right. I came up to see if you’d heard the news.’
‘What news?’ said Miss Marple.
‘About what happened at Gossington Hall yesterday. You know there was a big do there for the St John Ambulance?’
Miss Marple nodded. ‘What happened?’ she asked.
‘Somebody died in the middle of it. A Mrs Badcock. Lives round the corner from us. I don’t suppose you’d know her.’
‘Mrs Badcock?’ Miss Marple sounded alert. ‘But I do know her. I think—yes, that was the name—she came out and picked me up when I fell down the other day. She was very kind.’
‘Oh, Heather Badcock’s kind all right,’ said Cherry. ‘Over-kind, some people say. They call it interfering. Well, anyway, she up and died. Just like that.’
‘Died! But what of?’
‘Search me,’ said Cherry. ‘She’d been taken into the house because of her being the secretary of the St John Ambulance, I suppose. She and the mayor and a lot of others. As far as I heard, she had a glass of something and about five minutes later she was took bad and died before you could snap your fingers.’
‘What a shocking occurrence,’ said Miss Marple. ‘Did she suffer from heart trouble?’
‘Sound as a bell, so they say,’ Cherry said. ‘Of course, you never know, do you? I suppose you can have something wrong with your heart and nobody knowing about it. Anyway, I can tell you this. They’ve not sent her home.’
Miss Marple looked puzzled. ‘What do you mean, not sent her home?’
‘The body,’ said Cherry, her cheerfulness unimpaired. ‘The doctor said there’d have to be an autopsy. Post-mortem—whatever you call it. He said he hadn’t attended her for anything and there was nothing to show the cause of death. Looks funny to me,’ she added.
‘Now what do you mean by funny?’ said Miss Marple.
‘Well.’ Cherry considered. ‘Funny. As though there was something behind it.’
‘Is her husband terribly upset?’
‘Looks as white as a sheet. Never saw a man as badly hit, to look at—that is to say.’
Miss Marple’s ears, long attuned to delicate nuances, led her to cock her head slightly on one side like an inquisitive bird.
‘Was he so very devoted to her?’
‘He did what she told him and gave her her own way,’ said Cherry, ‘but that doesn’t always mean you’re devoted, does it? It may mean you haven’t got the courage to stick up for yourself.’
‘You didn’t like her?’ asked Miss Marple.
‘I hardly know her really,’ said Cherry. ‘Knew her, I mean. I don’t—didn’t—dislike her. But she’s just not my type. Too interfering.’
‘You mean inquisitive, nosy?’
‘No, I don’t,’ said Cherry. ‘I don’t mean that at all. She was a very kind woman and she was always doing things for people. And she was always quite sure she knew the best thing to do. What they thought about it wouldn’t have mattered. I had an aunt like that. Very fond of seed cake herself and she used to bake seed cakes for people and take them to them, and she never troubled to find out whether they liked seed cake or not. There are people can’t bear it, just can’t stand the flavour of caraway. Well, Heather Badcock was a bit like that.’
‘Yes,’ said Miss Marple thoughtfully, ‘yes, she would have been. I knew someone a little like that. Such people,’ she added, ‘live dangerously—though they don’t know it themselves.’
Cherry stared at her. ‘That’s a funny thing to say. I don’t quite get what you mean.’
Miss Knight bustled in. ‘Mrs Bantry seems to have gone out,’ she said. ‘She didn’t say where she was going.’
‘I can guess where she’s going,’ said Miss Marple. ‘She’s coming here. I shall get up now,’ she added.
Miss Marple had just ensconced herself in her favourite chair by the window when Mrs Bantry arrived. She was slightly out of breath.
‘I’ve got plenty to tell you, Jane,’ she said.
‘About the fête?’ asked Miss Knight. ‘You went to the fête yesterday, didn’t you? I was there myself for a short time early in the afternoon. The tea tent was very crowded. An astonishing lot of people seemed to be there. I didn’t catch a glimpse of Marina Gregg, though, which was rather disappointing.’
She flicked a little dust off a table and said brightly, ‘Now I’m sure you two want to have a nice little chat together,’ and went out of the room.
‘She doesn’t seem to know anything